Warriors of Constant Battles By Indah and Nana

Fatigue, as a mess that is unseen feeling on rage with fire,
A bright shining star that is clear,
Is still surrounded by the dark night that seems to be my tears,
As I walk through this empty hollow tunnel with voices calling out my fears,

You threw your dreams at me, knowing I am an endless fall,
A fall to gloom, a fall to darkness.
To you I am an endless void, catching none of what you desire,
Of what you want me to be.

Alone, in a city filled with monsters,
Despite having a frontal heaven as assurance,
Yet hell was what I saw and felt as I speak my prayers,
But what I felt was a mere abundance,

You left me exposed,
A cold, shrivelled, sunken mess, Drowning in a sea of doubts,
Trying hard to breathe.
To you I am a tiny scar,
Something you flake off so easily, without a second glance.
You shoved your sorrow inside me,
In my mind. In my soul.
Your sorrows taken, my heart aching.
To you I am happiness,
Which u have yanked away,
And replaced it with despair.

Searching, searching, searching,
Bravely fighting demons of hell,
Longing, Longing, Longing,
As the sun within me rise in a cycle having hidden from the shell,

You sing me songs of gold,
I relish. I cherish.
Your joy, I take pride in.
To you I am a blank page,
Filling me in with your splash of emotions, happy or sad.

Despite the bruises and cuts that possesses my soul of thoughts,
Without fail, I still feel lost in the sea, possessed of what the demons had told,
But all I can do is cry and scream and what not,
Searching for the light as I run through the night that is cold,

You carve me dreams and hope,
Only to break it and build it again.
To you I am a fixable flaw,
Something you experiment with to invent your own luck.

But to me, I am your tool.
You can use me, you can break me, as long as it brings u satisfaction.

A room with a small light gives hope,
Seeing the dark night with the moon that shines,
The light that runs out but can be replaced with a new bulb giving you to get up, as if a rope,
Fighting everyday but know this: you'll be fine.

(Thank you to Indah for being the second writer to this poem, you've beautifully done well. It was an honor to share this experience with you xx)